Reagan

Chapter Twelve

Author's Note: More sinfully pleasurable mystery awaits you. Please read on ;}

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Chapter Twelve: Lieing Is A Sin 

                “Kim?” I whispered, bending down to my knees and shook her shoulder gently. The morning sun shone through the window panes setting the kitchen’s tiles afire. Warm moisture warmed my eyes and a few tears escaped and trickled down to my chin. Why was she doing this to herself? Why was she doing this to her precious dishes?

                I sat back and rocked back and forth, raking my brain with an explanation. I leaned forward to her again and checked her pulse. There was a light vibration tickling my thumb and it quickly alerted me. I shot up and clutched the phone that was on the charging station that was hooked up on the wall.

                I hastily dialed 911 and before I could put the receiver to my ear I saw something slide down the wall in the corner of my eye, catching my attention.

                On the wall in bloody letters gave the following message:

                “There are more lies than meet the eye”

                My heart squeezed in my rib cage and a fear burned into the marrow of my bones and ached in my toes leaving me with a frightful expression and a churning stomach.

                “911, what’s your emergency?” a monotone voice interrupted my thoughts and I quickly hung up and placed the phone back on the hook.

                I turned away from the bloody message on the wall and turned to the woman laid out on the floor.

                “Kim, you gotta wake up!” I cried, shaking her shoulders. She lolled her head to the side and her eyelashes fluttered open revealing her burning ember colored eyes.

                “Reagan?” her usually strong, proud voice was now a dimmed down little girl’s voice. I grabbed for a towel and started to clean up the blood that had pooled around her. She sat up and brought her bloodied hands up to her temples.

                “I’m sorry, baby girl, I didn’t mean for you to see this.” She cried, her voice quivering and breaking as tears rained down her face.

                “Let’s get you cleaned up.” I said soothingly, feeling no need to argue or panic or call the police. I felt unusually calm and centered.

                I reached up for the counter and pulled myself up and searched for the first aid kit in the drawers.

                During my search I kept up a line of assuring comments that I fed to Kim. I found the transparent box in the back of a drawer and I spread out its contents on the counter and started to see to Kim’s injuries.

                I cleaned up the dried blood and noticed it wasn’t deep enough for stitched so I wrapped her wrists in gauze and put her to bed on the couch since her bloody door was locked and I wasn’t about to give up my secret knowledge of where she hid the key.

                “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.”

                “For what, Aunt Kim?” I asked, laying a blanket over her, she pulled me to her so she could whisper into my ear.

                “For what happened to your parents.”

                My body stiffened and my veins froze.